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    • ISBN:9781784298579
    • Publication date:17 May 2018
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I'll Eat When I'm Dead

A sizzling romp through fashion’s darker side

By Barbara Bourland

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The Devil Wears Prada with a murderous twist, a rampant satire on the fashion industry and a genre-busting women's commercial debut

'Biting, funny and brilliantly subversive; like The Devil Wears Prada meets American Psycho' Louise O'Neill
'Had me hooked with its biting satire of the fashion world's dark underbelly. And what a heroine!' Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett
'Funny, fierce, feminist' Red

RAGE Fashion Book is the world's most dynamic, ambitious magazine.
Its editors ­- like Cat Ono - have the power to change minds and the market.
They're savvy, sisterly and polished to perfection. Even the one found dead in her office.

Everyone thinks Hillary starved to death - but Cat knows her friend's dieting wasn't a capital P problem. If beauty kills, it'd take more than that. Hot-headed and fiercely feminist, Cat's sure she can match the investigating skills of Detective Mark Hutton, solve the case, and achieve sartorial fulfillment.

But going undercover, Cat's in over her head, and soon becomes snared in a very stylish web of drugs, sex, lies and moisturizer that will change her look - and outlook - forever.

Cat's about to find out what it really means to be a fashion victim.

Biographical Notes

Barbara Bourland lives in Baltimore, MD. I'll Eat When I'm Dead is her first novel. Formerly, she was a freelance writer for Forbes Traveler, Condé Nast Digital's Concierge.com, and a web producer for O, The Oprah Magazine and OWN, The Oprah Winfrey Network.

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  • ISBN: 9781784298562
  • Publication date: 18 May 2017
  • Page count: 336
  • Imprint: riverrun
I can't put I'll Eat When I'm Dead down, I LOVE it. Biting, funny, and brilliantly subversive; Bourland's debut is like The Devil Wears Prada meets American Psycho. — Louise O'Neill, author of Only Ever Yours and Asking for It
I'll Eat When I'm Dead had me hooked with its biting satire of the fashion world's dark underbelly. And what a heroine! Anyone who has opened up a woman's magazine and despaired at the content should read this book. — Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett
Funny, fierce, feminist - a whip-smart New York fashion magazine-set crime novel with more edge than all the haute couture shows put together. — Sarra Manning, Red
It's a real page-turner . . . As well as being a gripping whodunnit, Bourland delivers a razor-sharp satire on the fashion industry, modern feminism and digital media. — Irish Independent, Books of the Year
A satire, a murder mystery and an exaggerated expose of the industry people love to make assumptions about . . . If you want an Agatha Christie update, this is it. We look forward to Bourland's next quirky outing — Stellar
A highly-polished satire on the fashion world that mocks while still seeing the point and even the brilliance of it . . . Hilarious. — Sunday Times
The darker side of perfection is cast under the spotlight. Essentially a black comedy, the broad satirical swipes aimed at the ludicrous side of high fashion can't disguise the author's love for it. The descriptions of the clothes are mouthwatering, and the Manhattan glamour will appeal to fans of The Devil Wears Prada — Sunday Mirror
Do you wish The Devil Wears Prada had gone a few shades darker? Then you want Barbara Bourland's debut, which mixes the crazy world of a high-end fashion magazine with a gruesome murder mystery. Fun and subversive. — Emerald Street
A smart, satirical take on fashion and media that will have readers snorting with laughter. — New York Post
Sex. Drugs. Dries van Noten. I'll Eat When I'm Dead skewers Tribe Fashion with wit and wicked intelligence. From Finnish toast-only restaurants to kobe-beef hide bikinis and grandiose faux feminism, Barbara Bourland makes you laugh out loud, and keep turning the page. A deft, smart, and hilarious debut — Wednesday Martin, New York Times bestselling author of Primates of Park Avenue
A smart feminist fashion manifesto packed with pulpy, sexy, murderous intrigue. Highly entertaining! — Elizabeth Cline, author of Overdressed
One part deliciously satirical send-up, one part murder mystery,I'll Eat When I'm Dead had me laughing out loud. This bold and wildly entertaining, in-your-face novel signals the arrival of Barbara Bourland as an exciting and savvy new voice — Sara Blaedel, #1 international bestselling author of The Forgotten Girls
A delicious, skewering look at high fashion and Instagram culture (Finnish bread restaurants anyone?) and a murder mystery that has more edge than Karl Lagerfeld ever dreamed of. — Sarra Manning, Red Online
A murder mystery wrapped in a delectable send-up of the fashion world — People Magazine
Ambitious but far more brutal. This murder mystery takes a satirical look at the world responsible for bombarding us with destructive images. — Big Issue
Barbara Bourland deftly tackles body-image issues with wit in this mystery — US Weekly
A compulsively readable, satirical romp with a sharp and vicious twist, I'll Eat When I'm Dead is a timely, smart, and perceptive mystery — K.J Howe, author of The Freedom Broker
A reckless adventure in the world of starry-eyed models, dubiously sourced drugs, anorexia, and Instagram. But don't let the frills and flashbulbs fool you. Barbara Bourland is here to show you that fashion is a deadly serious business — Mikita Brottman, author of The Maximum Security Book Club
Bourland's delightfully snarky debut leans heavily on satire, poking razor-sharp fun at the beauty industry and the cut-throat world that Bess and Cat inhabit, and some scenes are laugh-out-loud funny. However, for all the outrageous (and eye-opening) focus on makeup, beauty, fashion, and of course, the desire to be thin, there are tantalizing glimpses of the vulnerability and insecurities beneath the surface. Death by beauty was never so much fun. — Kirkus